You thrash the whores.

The fight kicks off and blue hair comes straight at you with no finesse at all. In choosing this body you picked petite, because that's how you like your chicks. Though the asian hooker is the shortest of the three whores she's still a few inches taller than yourself. She swings her fists in a wild roundhouse going for an early killer punch. You lean back on your heels, letting the uncoordinated swing whistle over your body harmlessly. Whilst the whore is still off balance you flip yourself over backwards. As your feet come up you slam your heels into your opponent, first one that catches her right tit and then the other in her jaw. Blue hair is sent flying by the kicks and the added impetus given to you by her body allows you to flip completely over and land on your feet.

The other two prostitutes look amazed as their leader hurtles between them and straight off the stage. She lands in the audiance and you see her caught before she hits the ground. Her flailing arms and legs and a stream of curses tell you that she's not out of this fight yet, but it will take her a few seconds to disentangle herself from the crowd who seem intent on all having a good feel of her body as she's crowd surfed back towards the stage.

The black ho and slutty Barbie spread out and try to learn from blue hairs mistake. They exchange glances and time their advance to attack you in unison from both flanks. The athletic blonde pole dancer aims a sweeping kick at your legs, but this as just meant to distract as her companion rushes at the same time and attempts to grapple. You hop up over the blonde's leg sweep and somersault before landing on your shoulders and hands, your feet kick straight and the black whore runs onto your feet. You use her own momentum against her, bending your knees to allow her weight to come over the top of you before pistoning your legs straight to propel the whore clean over the top of you in a high arc. Like her leader before her the whore goes flying into the crowd wailing.

On your back on the floor you scissor your legs and flip back onto your feet. Blondie has tried to rush in while she thought you were down and it's an easy business to lock both fists together and sidestep her rush whilst delivering a devestating blow to her jaw as she passes. You see her body go limp and her eyes roll up into their sockets in mid stride. Reaching the edge of the stage she simply collapses like a ragdoll into the hooting audiance who pass her limp body around taking every opportunity to grope her ass, tits and pussy whilst she's barely conscious.

"You fucking Drow bitch." You hear screamed, alerting you that blue hair has made it back to the stage. "Now I'm really fucking mad."

You spin around to see the asian whore regain the stage. Slapping off the pawing hands that rove over her tits and ass she snatches a bottle from the fist of one of the crowd and strides forward, smashing the bottle on the dancing pole. Though maddened she is more wary of you now and advances slowly. Her blue bobbed hair is mussed from her crowd surfing and blood trickles from the corner of her mouth from the kick to her jaw. She spits a gobbet of bloody phlegm onto the stage and wipes her forearm across her bloody mouth. The business end of the broken bottle weaves in front of her as she closes with you.

"Goddam Elven cunt." She screams. "I'm gonna slice those black titties clean off you."

The jagged glass slashes back and forth and you backpedal to avoid being gashed. You dance to your side skirting the stage edge as blue hair follows up cursing. The second whore is just reaching the stage as you back past the pole. You grasp the pole with both hands and jump back, launching yourself into a swing around it. Blue hair stumbles forward and fails to react remotely fas enough as you pivot around the pole and are suddenly coming at her from the rear. You spread your legs and wrap them around the whores neck before releasing hold of the pole and transferring your velocity to the back of the whore's head. Already off balance and moving forward your weight on her neck and shoulders sends her pitching forward. Her arms windmill uselessly against gravity and the broken bottle goes flying.

Blue hair hits the stage hard and you groan in empathy as her head bounces from the **** of impact. Astonishingly her skull must be very thick as when you unwrap your legs and roll clear you see her struggling to turn over and get back up.

The platinum haired black girl is back on the stage and looks relatively unscathed. With her blonde friend hardly moving and being passed around the crowd like candy and her blue haired leader still woozily struggling to rise the fight has clearly gone from her. Her brown eyes are wide and flicker side to side for a means of escape. You move to the offensive and dart in towards her, with lightning fast reflexes you launch a whirlwind combination of punces, chops and kicks at your opponent. The first couple of blows she manages to parry, but then a savage chop with the edge of your hand catches her on the bridge of the nose. You both hear and feel the satisfying crunch of bone and a spray of snotty crimson sprays from the whore's nostrils and spatters both your naked bodies in bloody droplets.

You move in for the kill as the whore's eyes become unfocussed and her movements sluggish and blind. A flurry of blows hammer her head and body from both your fists and feet, lurching forward she falls to her knees and sways for a second before toppling sideways. You turn about, blue hair has staggered to her feet but weaves uncertainly as she straightens up and balls her fists. The gash in her lip has been joined by a wound on her temple from her head's collision with the stage. Bright red blood runs down from her forehead and clots in her thin blue dyed eyebrows, the swelling is darkening into a mottled bruise already and her eye is partially closed.

"Fugging bidge." The asian slurs at you spitting blood.

The fight is as good as finished despite your last adversary's refusal to acknowledge the fact. With neither of her comrades likely to be any further threat you begin to toy with the blue haired ringleader. Dancing in close you punch her in the ribs, driving the wind from her before skipping lightly away to leave her flailing at thin air. Time and time again you press forward, aiming your strikes with pinpoint precision. Your aim now is not to knock her out of the fight, but to steadily add to her punishment without bringing the fight to a close. You jab at the bunched muscles of her arms and legs, leaving them nervelessly limp and heavy. You pummel her titties making her cry out in pain and frustration. Eventually beaten into submission she slumps to her knees with her head and arms hanging and unresponsive.

"Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner." The Ogre announces, stepping up to the stage. "What's your name bitch?"

You stride up to the reeling whore and grab her blue hair. Bending down your whisper in her ear.

"I recall you said something earlier about licking pussy." You remind her. "If you want this to end get your fucking slut tongue up my snatch."

You spread your legs wide and thrust your hips forward so that your adrenaline dampened pussy is in blue hairs face. Tentatively a pierced, bloodied tongue reaches out and she submissively laps at your moist sex. You raise one clenched fist and **** the whores face into your crotch.

"I'm the Fox." You shout.